Die, Little Einsteins, DIE!

What started out cute and harmless- what started out happy little entertainment for my Monkeys- has turned into an anathema, the very bane of my existence, the reason I want to jab an icepick in my ears at 2 a.m.

It’s the song. The Song. You know it, if you have ever unwittingly turned on the the Disney channel- be careful- it will crawl into your brain like an evil insect and nest in your medula, waiting until you are trying to concentrate, or trying to sleep; then it bursts to life, destroying your powers of higher reasoning and your ability to relax and/or calm you mind. Ever.

I lay awake, and the Song plays in my brain. I try singing something else, I try reading, I try getting up and taking a shower- and yet the vile, cursed Song continues to wind it’s way through my brain. There appears to be no antidote. Use extreme caution when handling any material related to the Song. It’s highly contagious- Avoid it at all costs.

Don’t even get me started on Oobi- when I see an arm in my peripheral vision, I startle, thinking it’s gran-poo coming to get me… Maybe I need more sleep?

One thought on “Die, Little Einsteins, DIE!

  1. Here’s another song to get stuck in your head – an adult song, at least – I always think of it whenever another song is driving me up a wall. For some reason this one has real staying power:

    “And I said, What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s? and she said, I think I remember the film and as I recall…”

    Oh, great…

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